Upon seeing her son, Zhu Qianying's attention was entirely focused on the little guy.
Holding her son, she glanced unconsciously at the living room and couldn't help but feel slightly surprised.
The furnishings here are completely different from what they were five years ago.
As if noticing her surprise, Madam Yan immediately explained, "These pieces of furniture were all bought with Zizai a few days ago. What do you think? Aren't they quite nice?"
Zhu Qianying smiled and nodded, "Yes, it looks very good."
If she hadn't known beforehand that this was the Yan family's residence, she probably would have thought she had walked into a kindergarten, or at least a children's playroom.
It's not easy for Yan Han! Such a fastidious and perfectionist man actually tolerated the transformation of this large living room into a fairytale-like place.
The furniture was carefully replaced with rounded-corner pieces, and the sofas and chairs were all replaced with soft, cute styles. On the sofa, there were even some plush toys and various model toys for the little one, casually tossed about.
For Young Master Yan, who suffers from severe mysophobia, this was nothing short of torture. Strangely enough, he didn't go crazy in the face of all this.
Looking at the other walls, they were painted in different colors. One wall was themed around the sky and stars, another around grass and flowers, and yet another around the ocean.
Near the rocking chair, the walls retained their original color, but near the ground, there were many graffiti paintings in various colors. These paintings were clearly the work of the master artist Zizai, with flowers, grass, insects, birds, puppies and kittens, full of childlike fun and vitality.
Then, among those haphazardly drawn doodles, she saw a creature that resembled a mythical creature: a nose like an elephant, horns like a cow, a body like a horse, and hooves like a pig. As Zizai's mother, she knew his drawing skills, so she burst out laughing when she saw the creature.
"Honey, did you draw that strange creature?"
Zizai didn't say anything, but he raised his finger and poked Yan Han in that direction.
Zhu Qianying coughed twice, surprised not only by his "painting skills" but also by his obsessive-compulsive disorder, which made her willing to participate.
You should know that graffiti itself is a pretty dirty thing to laymen who don't understand it.
"Mommy, let's go sit in the rocking chair!"
In front of Yan Han, Zizai would usually refer to himself as "I" or even arrogantly call himself "Young Master," but in front of Zhu Qianying, he would call himself "Zizai." This shows that Yan Han, the father, and Zhu Qianying, the mother, are not on the same level at all.
"good!"
Madam Yan lifted her foot to follow, because she also missed her daughter-in-law!
Five years have passed, and I can't get enough of looking at it.
But just as she was about to take a step, her arm was pulled. When she turned her head, who else could it be but her good-for-nothing son?
"What's wrong?" Old Madam Yan gave her son a questioning look.
Yan Han winked at her and then gestured with his chin toward the entrance.
Madam Yan understood and followed her son to the entrance hall and walked straight out the door.
"Mom, why did you answer her just now?!"
Young Master Yan, is he blaming his mother?
Old Madam Yan glared at him fiercely. "What else? Scold her? Tell her that if she doesn't call me 'Mom,' you won't let her in?"
Young Master Yan paused for a moment, then insisted, "You should at least state that you are her mother!"
Madam Yan really wanted to give her son a good beating. Even now, this stupid son still doesn't understand?
"Xiaohan, your brain only works properly when it comes to business matters, and it doesn't work at all when it comes to other things? Before you win her back, will she call me Mom?"
But Yanhan's logic is not like that.
In his view, this is the same principle as as long as he and Zhu Qianying are not divorced, he is still her husband.
"But you can't just agree to that so easily. You're clearly her mother, so why are you acting like her aunt?"
Old Madam Yan understood perfectly. "Son, instead of fixating on this issue of how to address her, you should think about how to win her back. The form of address doesn't matter; as long as her heart is there, that's enough!"
Madam Yan's words were spot on.
"Mom, I know!"
Madam Yan's words greatly annoyed Yan Han.
How could he not understand what she was saying?
The problem is, right now, he can't keep her, let alone her heart!
He dared to guarantee that if she hadn't despicably used her son as leverage, she would never have come back with him today!
Unless he knocks her unconscious and forcibly takes her back.
But he didn't know, or perhaps, that it would have been better for him to knock her unconscious and forcibly abduct her than to use his son as leverage as he was doing now.
Madam Yan wanted to scold her son a few more times, but seeing his unusually furrowed brows and annoyed expression, she swallowed back all the scolding that was about to come out.
Her son's temperament is something she doesn't know who he takes after.
If he were like his father, he probably wouldn't have hurt Ying'er so deeply without realizing it.
So, I guess I'm more like her.
When she was young, she was arrogant and conceited. If it weren't for Yan Bo's tolerance and concessions, the two of them probably wouldn't have been able to stay together for more than ten years and eventually get together.
But at that time, Yanbo and I were mutually in love.
But even with her own experience, she couldn't see through or understand her son and Ying'er, so it was really hard to say!
Let alone Ying'er, she wasn't entirely sure what kind of feelings her son had for Ying'er.
Is it love? Or is it just a domineering possessiveness and obsession?
Therefore, before she herself had a clear understanding of the situation, she dared not give her son any bad advice.
All I can do is try my best not to hold my son back.
"Son, be more careful. There's nothing Mom can do for you when it comes to matters of the heart!"
Madam Yan is seventy-three years old, and has naturally seen more people and things than her son.
But matters of the heart have nothing to do with knowledge or experience.
More importantly, it comes from the heart!
The son's heart is in his own body, so he can only explore and understand it slowly by himself.
The mother and son returned to the house, where Zizai was lying on Zhu Qianying's lap in the rocking chair, whispering something.
During the time that Madam Yan and her son went out, Zhu Qianying and her son also had a conversation.
However, this conversation was mostly told by Vic Chou alone.
"Mommy, that woman doesn't live here..."
The woman that Zizai was referring to was undoubtedly Yi Wei.
"Zizai, this is your daddy's business, don't talk nonsense!" Zhu Qianying didn't want to know about Yan Han and Yi Wei's affairs.
As for Zizai, he didn't mention Yi Wei at all a few days ago during the winter camp, but he did now.
Perhaps it was because she returned to this house with Yan Han that Zizai misunderstood something.
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